Armed Rebellion Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
Armed Rebellion
Cops, cops everywhere
Uniformed, disguised, armed
The dental clinic looked
A heavily guarded fort
The reason - a female Maoist
Languishing in police nest
Who with her husband believed
Armed rebellion is a must
To redeem the sorry lot
Of the poor and oppressed
Had a tooth that badly ached
The dentists were to see
How bad was the case
A single escort would have sufficed
But the cops had their worries
They gathered in full force
As though at a State parade
Lest a rescue attempt was made
The whole building was emptied
Patients rashly shooed
Away ‘ere the celebrity arrived
Secure, ensconced, in the middle
Of cops male and female
A poor Municipal sweeper
Who scavenged the streets
Squatted watching the scene
Holding his aching chin
He hadn’t slept the whole night
As hell had housed in his mouth
An armed rebellion of sorts
Of germs, pus and pain
He prayed for the celebrity to leave
Fast so he gets some relief
Who is there to know his pain
When armed rebellion rules the brains?
So he sat in the burning sun
With a bursting fire under his chin
A spider made homeless
An ant heavily crushed
In his own land of make-believe
Sometimes we bark up the wrong tree and misplace our priorities often making mountain out of molehills. Making provision to ensure an incident free atmosphere is understandable but at the same time we should not overdo it. Loved the poem very much and the way you have captured the incident.
A spider made homeless An ant heavily crushed Wonderful observations to provide the state of the poor sweeper while the celebrity is treated. Timely response for a news incident on the go.
Over reaction is our problem! Things that need caution are often ignored and trivialities assume mammoth significance! Unfortunatel we live not in the real world, but in a world of make believe! Enjoyed this highly satirical write!
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So he sat in the burning sun With a bursting fire under his chin A spider made homeless An ant heavily crushed In his own land of make-believe - - -It is a pity to see that common men suffer when Govt. machinery are used to give comforts to celebrities.We find roads blocked for painfully long hours, vehicles stopped midway to give safe passage to celebrities..Who cares for the poor? Thank you for sharing your poem.